When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want to do is go back to sleep. Because: Sometimes, often I sleep badly and actually...

I’d been feeling angsty and in my head, like I was very possibly too tender for this world where everything feels more intense than it is...

Growing up, June was endless pool days, playing Marco Polo, Fish Out of Water, Colors. Swimming, splashing, screaming, squealing glee...

One of the reasons I don’t write as much as I can is because somewhere along the line from dream to business conception to the pursuit of...

When I first started writing Big Blogs, it was my way of sharing deeper and speaking truer. I’d been doing that in writing my first book,...

I didn’t want to forget the time before the struggles began sloughing off like old, dry skin. A time when every aspect of life except my...

You have nothing else to do and nowhere else to be. There’s only this. This page. These ideas. Now is all that matters. That’s what I...

A gathering of dishes in the sink. The yard begging for water under a scorching desert sun. A litter box of pits and dunes, crusty...

When too many days passed without writing, all of life became a chore. Literally, chores overwhelmed me, and suddenly, that’s all there...

As my grandmother used to say, “Dirt will wait, but your children growing up so quickly won’t.” She didn’t mean that we should live in...

I was somewhat begrudgingly playing with my cat, when I looked out the window. The evening hours were our time, and while I cherished our...

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

I sat on the oversized beanbag that filled our living room beyond max capacity, and plopped a square velvet pillow in the diamond of my...

As I snuggled under a happily matted fleece throw, tea lights glowing amber, fall air sifting through the screens, crisp and burnt — I...

I hadn’t taken into account how wrong I would feel. For all the things I said, or didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty for the things she wanted...

I pulled into an empty parking lot outside the closed health food store, sliding into a spot under a tree that cast me in shadow,...

There are days that I wake up sad. Or it sinks in unexpectedly, out of nowhere, for reasons unknown. Everything weighted and bleak, all...

For most of my life, friends had come to me. They were just there, in the seat next to me in class, building on banter at countless jobs,...

One occupational hazard of being friends with entrepreneurs is receiving their email newsletters after you’re no longer friends. The...

Sometimes I let the nightmares keep me in bed. I’d be lucid, but not in control, allowing turmoil to play out in front of me, scratching...